3 definitions by Dope Logix
Dope Logic is the thought process of some one that is horribly, excessively baked, stoned, high (whatever you call it in your area). Signs of Dope Logic include saying 'man' a lot or 'dude' (esp. in california). Another sign is half completed thoughts.
(smokin' the herb)
AJ - "Dude... I'm so baked... It's like.... I don't know...
Billy - "Yeah man, this is some straight like, Dope Logic... or some shit man, hehehehe."
AJ - "Dope Logic? Where'd you come up with that shit dude? That's fuckin'... like... perfect to describe the fuckin'.... situation I guess, hehehe."
Billy - "Man I don't know... shit just like.... I don't know, it comes to me. Like a fuckin'... uhh... fuckin'... I don't know dude. It just does man."
AJ - "Dude... I'm so baked... It's like.... I don't know...
Billy - "Yeah man, this is some straight like, Dope Logic... or some shit man, hehehehe."
AJ - "Dope Logic? Where'd you come up with that shit dude? That's fuckin'... like... perfect to describe the fuckin'.... situation I guess, hehehe."
Billy - "Man I don't know... shit just like.... I don't know, it comes to me. Like a fuckin'... uhh... fuckin'... I don't know dude. It just does man."
by Dope Logix January 26, 2009
Possibly the funniest music video ever spawned. If you havn't seen it, do not finish reading this; it is time to venture to youtube my friend, and witness the comedy of 'The Lonely Island'.
OOOOoooohhhh
Lock eyes from across the room
down my drink while the rhythms boom
take your hand and skip the names
no need here for the silly games
make our way through the smoke and crowd
the club is the sky and I'm on your cloud
move in close as the lasers fly
our bodies touch and the angels cry
leave this place go back to yours
our lips first touch outside your doors
a whole night what we've got in store
whisper in my ear that you want some more
and I
JIZZ IN MY PANTS
This really never happens you can take my word
I won't apologize, that's just absurd
Mainly your fault from the way that you dance
and now I
JIZZ IN MY PANTS
don't tell your friends or I'll say your a slut
plus its your fault, you were rubbing my butt
I'm very sensitive, some would say that's a plus
Now I'll go home and change
I need a few things from the grocery
do things alone now mostly
left me heart broken not lookin' for love
surprised in my eyes when I looked above
the check out counter and I saw a face
My heart stood still so did time and space
Never felt that I could feel real again
But the look in her eyes said I need a friend
She turned to me that's when she said it
Looked me dead in the face, asked "Cash or Credit?"
And I
JIZZED IN MY PANTS
It's perfectly normal, nothing wrong with me
But we're going to need a clean up on aisle 3
And now I'm posed in an awkward stance because I
JIZZED IN MY PANTS
To be fair you were flirting a lot
plus the way you bag cans got me bothered and hot
please stop acting like you're not impressed
One more thing, I'm gonna play by check
Last week - I saw a film
As I recall it was a horror film
Walked outside into the rain
Checked my phone and saw you rang and I
JIZZED IN MY PANTS
Speeding down the street when the red lights flash
need to get away need to make a dash
A song comes on that reminds me of you and I
JIZZ IN MY PANTS
The next day my alarm goes off and I
JIZZ IN MY PANTS
Open my window and a breeze rolls in and I
JIZZ IN MY PANTS
When Bruce Willis was dead at the end of sixth sense I
JIZZED IN MY PANTS
I just ate a grape and I
JIZZED...IN...MY PANTS
JIZZED...IN...MY PANTS
Ok seriously you guys can we...ok...
I JIZZ RIGHT IN MY PANTS EVERY TIME YOU'RE NEXT TO ME
AND WHEN WE'RE HOLDING HANDS ITS LIKE HAVING SEX TO ME
YOU SAY IM PREMATURE I JUST CALL IT ECSTASY
I WEAR A RUBBER AT ALL TIMES ITS A NECESSITY
Cuz I
JIZZ...IN...MY PANTS
(I jizz in my pants, I jizz in my pants, yes I jizz in my pants, yes I jizz in my pants)
yes I JIZZ...IN...MY PANTS
(I jizz in my pants, I jizz in my pants)
OOOOOoooohhhhhhhh
Lock eyes from across the room
down my drink while the rhythms boom
take your hand and skip the names
no need here for the silly games
make our way through the smoke and crowd
the club is the sky and I'm on your cloud
move in close as the lasers fly
our bodies touch and the angels cry
leave this place go back to yours
our lips first touch outside your doors
a whole night what we've got in store
whisper in my ear that you want some more
and I
JIZZ IN MY PANTS
This really never happens you can take my word
I won't apologize, that's just absurd
Mainly your fault from the way that you dance
and now I
JIZZ IN MY PANTS
don't tell your friends or I'll say your a slut
plus its your fault, you were rubbing my butt
I'm very sensitive, some would say that's a plus
Now I'll go home and change
I need a few things from the grocery
do things alone now mostly
left me heart broken not lookin' for love
surprised in my eyes when I looked above
the check out counter and I saw a face
My heart stood still so did time and space
Never felt that I could feel real again
But the look in her eyes said I need a friend
She turned to me that's when she said it
Looked me dead in the face, asked "Cash or Credit?"
And I
JIZZED IN MY PANTS
It's perfectly normal, nothing wrong with me
But we're going to need a clean up on aisle 3
And now I'm posed in an awkward stance because I
JIZZED IN MY PANTS
To be fair you were flirting a lot
plus the way you bag cans got me bothered and hot
please stop acting like you're not impressed
One more thing, I'm gonna play by check
Last week - I saw a film
As I recall it was a horror film
Walked outside into the rain
Checked my phone and saw you rang and I
JIZZED IN MY PANTS
Speeding down the street when the red lights flash
need to get away need to make a dash
A song comes on that reminds me of you and I
JIZZ IN MY PANTS
The next day my alarm goes off and I
JIZZ IN MY PANTS
Open my window and a breeze rolls in and I
JIZZ IN MY PANTS
When Bruce Willis was dead at the end of sixth sense I
JIZZED IN MY PANTS
I just ate a grape and I
JIZZED...IN...MY PANTS
JIZZED...IN...MY PANTS
Ok seriously you guys can we...ok...
I JIZZ RIGHT IN MY PANTS EVERY TIME YOU'RE NEXT TO ME
AND WHEN WE'RE HOLDING HANDS ITS LIKE HAVING SEX TO ME
YOU SAY IM PREMATURE I JUST CALL IT ECSTASY
I WEAR A RUBBER AT ALL TIMES ITS A NECESSITY
Cuz I
JIZZ...IN...MY PANTS
(I jizz in my pants, I jizz in my pants, yes I jizz in my pants, yes I jizz in my pants)
yes I JIZZ...IN...MY PANTS
(I jizz in my pants, I jizz in my pants)
OOOOOoooohhhhhhhh
by Dope Logix February 10, 2009
Possibly one of the most depressing songs a person could hear/write (after a few times listening to it it isn't as sad, its just raw as hell). Written by Immortal Technique. Truly a lyrical masterpiece with great musical accompaniment. It opens a window into life in the ghetto, and allows everyone else to realize just how cruel the world can be in some places.
I once knew a nigga who's real name was William
his primary concern was making a million
being the illest hustla that the world had ever seen
he used to fuck movie stars and sniff coke in his dreams
a corrupted young mind at the age of thirteen,
nigga never had a father and his mom was a fiend
she put the pipe down, but for every year she was sober
her son's heart simultaneously grew colder
he started hanging out selling bags in the projects
checking out young chicks looking for hit and run prospects
he was fascinated by material objects
but he understood money never bought respect
he built a reputation, cuz he could hustle and steal
but got locked once and didn't hesitate to squeal
so criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real.
See, me and nigga's like this have never been equal
I don't project my insecurities in other people
he fiended for props like addicts and needles
so he felt that he needed to prove that he was evil
a feeble minded young man with infinite potential...
it goes on and on, this is just part of the first verse!
Dance With the Devil is a sick ass song
his primary concern was making a million
being the illest hustla that the world had ever seen
he used to fuck movie stars and sniff coke in his dreams
a corrupted young mind at the age of thirteen,
nigga never had a father and his mom was a fiend
she put the pipe down, but for every year she was sober
her son's heart simultaneously grew colder
he started hanging out selling bags in the projects
checking out young chicks looking for hit and run prospects
he was fascinated by material objects
but he understood money never bought respect
he built a reputation, cuz he could hustle and steal
but got locked once and didn't hesitate to squeal
so criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real.
See, me and nigga's like this have never been equal
I don't project my insecurities in other people
he fiended for props like addicts and needles
so he felt that he needed to prove that he was evil
a feeble minded young man with infinite potential...
it goes on and on, this is just part of the first verse!
Dance With the Devil is a sick ass song
by Dope Logix February 20, 2009